WHO: Fleur & Hermione (also Dominique, Rose, Louis and Hugo) WHEN: Wednesday, just before dinner. WHERE: Lupin's Wood SUMMARY: Family play time RATING: G
It was finally summer as it was meant to be; Weasley cousins playing in the park with their mums minding a baby and the snacks on a soft old bedsheet spread atop the grass. Dinner for them all was braising in Fleur's oven - lamb and vegetables in a dutch oven enameled the color of the seas of her childhood on the outside and tarnished a tawny cream on the interior from hundreds of similar English-French bastard stews.
The heat of midday had faded into a breezy Irish afternoon, and while dusk was starting to creep upon them, Fleur was happy to be outside after a day of dancing; her body glad for the tranquil moment of laying beneath whispering trees. She watched her children and niece with her head propped on an arm bent at the elbow, looking up at her sister who knew best what it felt like to be a Weasley who wasn't when the conversation merited it. "So," she said, with a little shrug that spanned from her head to her hips, concluding the summary of the decision made a few days before, "eet will be better for 'er at 'ogwarts. She will know 'er friends, she will know ze language, she will be clozzer to 'ome should she need us. And, I will just 'ope zat maybe someone will zink France more of an exciting adventure, when zey turn eleven."